Stolas opened the door to his palace with a groan. His head was pounding and he was hungover from the ‘Anti-Blitzø’ party.

He had very few memories of the night, remembering Blitzø telling him something unsure what. And that he’d made out with some incubus.

Immediately going to his room and curling up on the bed.

“Why did I do that.”

He whined as you walked into the room to see him with his head buried in a pillow.